Monthly Archives: December 2006

I am pleased to announce that the first phase of Operation Avoid Danish Winter is complete. I returned last night from 10 days on the Hawaiian island of Maui. Non-photographic highlights:

Biking 38 miles down a mountain.

Snorkeling with all kinds of beautiful fish, colorful rocks and assorted tourist detritus. Got stung by urchin while attempting to pet it.

Overhearing scraps of conversations between the myriad discontent American families at the hotel. The filet of the bunch, heard from the balcony at 11 pm on Christmas Eve: "I know you're my brother, but why do you have to be such a FAGGOT?!" This was followed by loud blubbering.

Jumping off a waterfall into natural pools in the middle of a rainforest.

Boogie-boarding every morning.

Staying in a hotel with cable. Me and my brother missed most of the Christmas dinner conversation because we were in the middle of a speculate-fest about 'Top Chef'.

The reliably 80-degree temperatures

Here's some pics:

Next up: Panama for the next two weeks. Expect anecdotes about snakebites…

Like this:

Guy playing solitaire in computer lab, talking on phone: No, honey, I can't come home now. I'm really busy with exams. I haven't done anything except study all day [sips on beer]. What? Just a cola.

[Translated from the Danish]

Speaking of 'honey': Should I read into the fact that the word for 'honey/darling/sweetie' is the same as the word for 'taxes'? I think that says something about the Danish relationship to salary-sacrifice.

Bonus cultural illiteracy: The word is 'skat', which to any English-speaker brings up images that have little to do with terms of endearment or taxes.

Like this:

Is it me or was there a massive surplus of disappointing entertainment this year? It feels like everything I was looking forward to turned out to be just 'eh'. Did anyone else feel like this? Maybe I'm just starting to go into my Nostalgia Shell, where I become incapable of appreciating anything that was released after I get a real job (our parents, anyone?). I hope not, and offer the following things as incontrovertible evidence that 2006 was The Year of Deflated Expectations:

Superman Returns

Marie Antoinette

X-Men: The Last Stand (OK, it was a bullshit director and my expectations shouldn't have been high. But that trailer was sooooo cool)

King Kong

Pirates of the Caribbean 2 (what was it even ABOUT?)

Bloc Party's new album

The Killers' new album

The Departed

The Devil Wears Prada

Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip (My GOD it sucks)

Miami Vice

Sufjan Stevens (Yeah, I said it)

All the 'Lost' clones on network TV ('Look, a bunch of inexplicable shit! That I have to waste 48 Tuesday nights explaining! Wow, it's better than a Tamagochi!')

Preaching -to-the-choir documentaries about how bad Bush is

The White Stripes' latest album

A Scanner Darkly

Talladega Nights

Thom Yorke's solo album

Through this darkness, though, there were some rays of unexpected sunshine. All of the following totally came out of nowhere for me, and have made all those lost movie-theater hours and eardrum vibrations worthwhile:

I have DoCopenhagen to thank for reviving my neglected love for all things musical and video-y. I grew up without cable, so when I finally discovered MTV (and more importantly, M2) at about 18, homework and socializing quickly became also-rans. This list shows further proves that of all the creativity in the world, about 80% of it is taking place on TV.

Oh, and don't forget this. It has nothing to do with music videos, or anything else remotely inspiring. It's just simply the funniest Goddamn thing in the entire world.

Like this:

So I finally broke down and did it: I played the tourist card when I got busted for riding the train without a ticket.

Background: My Abu-Ghraibian biking style finally resulted in a snapped chain yesterday, so I took my bike to the Bike Dude and took the bus home. Homosexuality beckoned me into town later on, so I had to take the train. You know when you get to the train platform just as the train pulls up? In Denmark, that means you have to punch your ticket on the platform hella fast before Indiana Jones-ing yourself into the train car. I jammed my ticket into the machine, heard a half-assed 'click', and jumped onto the train just as the beeps started.

I noticed that the ticket hadn't been punched all the way, leaving just a phantom timestamp and no hole-punch. 'Oh well,' I thought. 'They never check tickets anyway.'

Well guess what? When I got to my stop there was a Red Rover lineup of train-Nazis getting on the train and checking everyone who got off. I went into teenage-shoplifter mode and tried to walk off the bus as casually and confidently as possible, possibly hoping the security personnel would conclude 'Wow, that dude's so upright, he's GOTTA have a valid ticket!' Not unlike my teenage shoplifting career, my trip off the train was cut short.

'May I see your ticket?' The behatted dude asked in Danish. After a textbook's worth of calculations before answering, I dedided to be The World's Most Earnest American: 'Oh my God, I don't speak Danish, I'm so sorry. What's that now?'